she said:

halp!

tank — Mon, 19 May 2008 22:55:39 GMT

i'm stumped about how to get mine and gabriel's bikes to burning man. too big to put in the back. too dangerous to just strap on the top. too much hassel to break them down and rebuild on playa. we've got a ball-hitch bike rack, but our trailer hitch is spoken for [by the pizza box], and all the roof-fit bike racks i can find are way expensive. i guess we could get a second hitch, on the trailer, but i don't have $300 lying around to have it done with. maybe we could do it ourselves, if we had access to a welder... does anybody have a metal work setup, and/or feel like letting gabriel use it for an afternoon? it would rock. or does anybody just have a bright idea about where to put the bikes?

erk.

tank — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 03:21:24 GMT

so we had this -fabulous- weekend full of -fabulous- people [i totally drove the tractor!] and we get in the car to go home and the ipod is fried. fucking destroyed. the good news is, it looks like gabriel the quick-thinking has managed to save the content. the screen, however, is crunched beyond repair. what we have now is the world's bulkiest ipod shuffle. anybody want it? only fifty bucks! *laughing* and i can't believe how much gabriel is not exploding. he's fine. somehow, his $300 toy is totally broken; and he just went 'well, shit,' and kept driving. seriosly. i'm impressed. i'd be throwing things i've just heard that we've got tenacious d safely on our pc hard drive. alright, we're cool. we got it under control.

thinking.

tank — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 17:15:17 GMT

so i've been feeling sorry for myself. i have good days, and bad days. i think today is a bad day. if you don't want to hear about it, go away. seriously. right now, before somebody gets hurt. you could put somebody's eye out with this stuff. sometimes it hurts again. right now, it hurts again, all out of nowhere. but that's okay. what kind of person would i be if i couldn't take a little for the team? what kind of friend would i be? everbody needs some, it's not up to me to say where they get it. i'm not big enough to decide that. and honesty is rough. i'm trying it out, recently, but i think so far it's fucking things up just as bad as usual. i'm hoping that in the long run things will clear up, though. i'm tired of lying; i don't like it much, it just got to be a habit. i want to be done with it. fuck. it seems like every time i figure out what i need to do, where i need to be going, something changes so drastically that my map isn't right anymore. every few steps, i have to stop and sit down and figure it out all again because everything's different. i'm tired of this uncertainty. gosh, i'm tired of a bunch of stuff. i'm tired of being broken. i'm tired of being tired. i'm tired of losing friends, people, animals... i'm tired of getting it all wrong, all the time. it's especially awful 'cuz i really thought i had the hang of it, that i'd got it right. oh, well. /end pathos

injured.

tank — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 22:38:15 GMT

dammit, i really wanted to finish that dance class. but i got hurt at work; my neck and shoulder are sprained and i can't do my real job anymore. the big boss is having me come into the office to clean up all those nasty little projects that nobody else wants to touch- you know, the tedious, repetitive, totally boring and low-priority stuff that gets shelved until the files burst. i spent eight hours on friday copying ex-employees' socials into nli forms for the department of justice. that's nine-to-five work, and i had to drop out of the class because it's a 9am time slot. i opted to stay home today because i woke up in enough pain to make me cry; a day's wages is not enough money to let my boss see me sobbing. period. i don't know how long it'll be. when i saw the doc for my re-check-up on thursday, she told me i wasn't healing as fast as i should be, then set me up with a physical therapist and refilled my pain killers. thank god for worker's comp insurance; it means i don't have to pay for it. i wish my smotley kitty were still here. he got hit by a car two weekends ago. he was a good, bright, fuzzy little guy, and he was just getting make friends with gabriel and i. his last night, he sat and watched star wars with us and let me brush his fur out. i miss him like he'd been here for years. we buried him under the jasmine. beware the ides of march.

i know, i know

tank — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:33:13 GMT

it's a long shot, but do any of you miscreants actually listen to hip-hop? i need some artist recommendations.

omg

tank — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 21:17:47 GMT

that was the best birthday i've had in about a decade, and i haven't even had my party yet.

ps-

tank — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 01:09:17 GMT

did anybody get an invitation to my birthday party? i can't find the 'look at the events you've posted' button to find out for myself if it went through.

school

tank — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 00:20:10 GMT

i don't think i'll be schooling this semester, after all. i only have time for one class 'cuz of work and i refuse to pay $1000 for one class. maybe i'll sign up for something at a comm college. oh, well. next time. **edit** i've signed up for three classes at laney comm, none of which i need for my physics degree, but all of which will make me a better human being. spring semester, i take choir, hip hop, and intermediate french for a refresher, assuming i can contest the prerequisite. je pense que je le peux faire, ne-ce vous? that's good advice, platypus.

.

tank — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 19:22:00 GMT

bless the rain.

something good

tank — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 23:28:59 GMT

gabriel starts training for his shiny new job today. [yay!] tanya and makana just swung by to fix my car, and wouldn't even take gas money in recompense. i wuv them. i have a couple of good job leads, and now that i'm mobile again, i can follow them up. christmas is coming, and so is my birthday. expect a party the first january weekend, and get yourselves a moustache. one each, no sharing. dickens' is a whole world of fun and madness. my boyfriend fucking rocks my world. for serious. there's nobody else i'd rather ride this shitstorm through with. [more worship to follow] i'm okay. i really am.

it never rains

tank — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 23:54:29 GMT

...but it pours. continuing in the vein of my two-month bad-luck-streak, i'm losing all but 10 of my work hours and need another job to stay afloat, and gabriel's right in here with me. we may be fucked. so, if anybody has leads, or can recommend me or gabriel to the boss somewhere, it would basically freaking rock. like, really. fh huiaotl879 &(*Kh aoie uafjrav *frustrated* -edit- following the advice of a certain platypus: i have worked for over a year as a personal attendant with a good clean record. that means cooking, cleaning, keeping track, customer service, and light records keeping. i would rather not work in hospitality, i worked a couple of months in a costume shop. that means more customer service, hands-on fitting, basic maintenance and money handling. i can write a receipt by hand. i'm okay with computers. i type pretty well, and reasonably quickly. i'm good with money. i'm very good with people. i'd be really happy with reception/administrative work [though i have no experience] or interesting and high-paying retail. i'd rather not work the complaints department anywhere, and i'm not sure i'd want to do any more caretaking. any leads will roxx0r, and let me just say that i [heart] craigslist.

dickens

tank — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 05:20:27 GMT

mild panic re: costuming. broke and behind. erg.

medicated

tank — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 01:22:21 GMT

i'm okay. i'm home from the doctor, drugged up, and stable. but i'm missing badkitty's party and that makes me sad. *pout*

burger

tank — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 08:17:39 GMT

i has made cheezburger! *lulz* http://www.thecheezburgerfactory.com/View.aspx?ALIUMSdeycomi128387241381278750.jpg go and see. gabriel made one, too, but we has no link for dat. *edit* it no werks. sry.

blood wrestling!

tank — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 06:31:56 GMT

i'm totally a wrestler. it's bloody wednesday at bondage a go-go tomorrow night and you bitches better come and see me kick some ass!

i'm okay.

tank — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 03:12:24 GMT

i am. but i've had a tough couple of weeks and i really miss my cat. i must say, though, i [heart] icanhascheezburger.com and that i hate peta.

coal

tank — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 20:54:33 GMT

he was the best cat in the world. he was big and fat and black and i loved him more than i love most people. he was born in my bedroom when i was eight years old and he wasn't any bigger than my hand and he had the cutest tail i'd ever seen and when he learned to walk he spun it around like a pinwheel. his feet were ticklish. he was scared of brooms and vacuum cleaners and he liked duncan and vc almost as much as he liked gabriel and me. he only had two teeth left and he was going blind, but he was happy. he had a heart attack or something in the bathtub last night and i tried to give him cpr but it didn't work so now he's buried under the droopy tree in twitch's back yard and i've been crying for hours and hours. i miss him. i wish he'd had one more day so we could've hung out today before work. i wish he hadn't got fleas so i didn't have to give him a bath. he was my friend. once or twice, he'e been my only friend. he was always there when i wanted someone to talk to or someone to hug and now he isn't here anymore. i miss him.

broke

tank — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 05:05:46 GMT

and overwhelmed. up-down. lonely. tank<good

ick

tank — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 02:10:19 GMT

not feeling well. weekend shut in. no nimby, no folsom. blearg. bright side: real time with boyfriend.

shit.

tank — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 23:15:16 GMT

this kool-aid hella sucks.

homebody

tank — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 22:56:59 GMT

i'm seriously tired, but boy was it worth it.

back

tank — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 07:33:05 GMT

from burning man and boy was it crazy. i missed nos especially, for no particular reason other than that his sanity might have helped us all out. totally missed heatherLyn and platypus' pseudo-hitching due to whiteouts and bad directions and played fizzball with elvis and the vampires against dpw and their cheap ass beer. then there was rain and rainbows and i didn't take nearly enough pictures. i'm way too tired to be writing a final and doing it anyway. wish me luck. more later, maybe. ::edit:: i've been procrstinating almost an hour trying to wake up enough to write something what may be actually cohesive and it's just not working. i might have to just drivel for three pages and take the d. i got a's at midterm, so i'd be okay.. i guess... ::edit:: driveled. done. going to sleep, or at least to bed to see if the caffiene will let me lseep. prolly not. give me loves, bitches. i'll need it tomorrow when i'm in my post-all-night-writing moods.

gone

tank — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 09:54:26 GMT

to burning man. back in september sometime.

the fine art of procrastination.

tank — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:16:17 GMT

mellL sent me some bubble wrap and I FUCKING LOVE BUBBLE WRAP.

tank goes to school.

tank — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 04:46:40 GMT

i's a college girl now! half-time classes, fuckers, and still working full-time. prepare yourself for sleepy tank-beast. i spent my week-long summer vacation back home chillin' with my homies [that's you, sniffy] and i cannot believe how many stars there are. and how many of them i can't see when i'm here. gabriel and i are totally moved in [but i'm still not-quite unpacked 'cuz i have too much junk and too little energy to organize] and my cat is pretty much back to his fat happy self. [emphasis on fat] work rolls on. i'm glad for the cloud cover. i've got my placement tests on saturday, and i can't wait for the next batch of harry potter. 'cuz i'm, you know, a dork. on wheels.